Weeds

Didn't anyone mention, didn't anyone mention that hate is 
all we show?
Love is not a side we care to know.
You cut half your heart, it makes it hard to grow.
Soon you will know: That we'll all be damned in the 
morning; we'll all be damned in the evening too.
We'll all be damned when the sun don't shine, and your 
hateful words'll come floating back to you.
Didn't anyone teach you, didn't anyone teach you power is 
all you need?
You cheat your brother and drag him through the weeds.
A sharp quick incision should be all you need.
Soon, you will see: that we'll all be damned in the 
morning: we'll all be damned in the evening too.
We'll all be damned when the sun don't shine, and your 
broken words'll come floating back to you.
Your broken words'll come floating back to you.
Your broken words'll come floating back to you.